Domme te fait faire la preuve de toi-même : adore mes bottes pendant que je jouis dans du pvc

You walk in, all eager, thinking you're going to get your filthy little pegging fantasy handed to you. Stupid boy. Just because I'm in thigh-high boots and skintight PVC doesn't mean you get anything without proving you're worthy. I let you kneel — that's already more than you deserve — and I command you to worship my boots. Every lick, every kiss, is for me, not you. I don't need to touch you, speak to you, or even look at you. You exist to serve. As you grovel at my feet, desperate and hard, I slide my hand down between my legs and start playing with myself. My PVC leggings are soaked, clinging to every curve, and I'm enjoying every second of making you watch. If you behave, if you please me, maybe — maybe — I'll let you earn your way to more. But right now? You lick. I cum. That's the dynamic.